[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 309

【Han Ga-eul, the athlete, makes a gesture to the referee.】

【It seems like there’s some kind of problem.】

As Han Ga-eul waves her hand dramatically, the host and referee approach.

“Is there a problem?”

“This wasn’t an issue when adjusting the bowstring, but now there’s a bunch of stuff hanging off it.”

“Are you talking about the auxiliary devices?”

“Yep.”

“Without those, the accuracy drops drastically. Without a stabilizer, the vibrations aren’t absorbed, causing the arrow to shake during shooting, and without a sight, aiming becomes difficult.”

Hearing the referee’s explanation, Han Ga-eul tilts her head.

“I learned to shoot a bow without those, so they’re actually uncomfortable for me.”

“You must have learned archery.”

“Yep. Just a superficial kind of learning, though.”

[Did the room master know how to shoot a bow?]

[Was she a combat weapon in her past life?]

[LOL]

“It’s going to be really hard to shoot, but if you’re okay with it, we can remove them for you.”

“Please do.”

【Ah, Han Ga-eul. They’re removing all the auxiliary equipment from her bow.】

【Without those, the bowstring will shake, and the aiming point will blur, causing a significant drop in accuracy. They’re not there for no reason.】

As the referee fiddles with the bow, the auxiliary equipment quickly falls off.

“All done.”

“Thank you.”

*Thunk!*

Before handing over the bow, the referee habitually flicks the bowstring with his finger and stares at his thumb.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just… why is the tension so…?”

“I asked for it to be made stronger because I thought the arrow wouldn’t fly if it was too loose.”

“Huh? Even so, that’s a bit much.”

“It’s fine.”

Han Ga-eul takes the bow with a smile and returns to her spot.

【Han Ga-eul, what kind of bow did she learn to shoot?】

【You might be able to tell by her posture.】

Returning to her spot, Han Ga-eul takes a deep breath and recalls the words of her archery teacher.

「Ga-eul, drawing a bow isn’t just about using your arms. You need to use your shoulders and back too.」

【She nocks the arrow.】

【Han Ga-eul, drawing.】

*Creak—!*

The bowstring, with its strong tension, makes a noise as it’s drawn.

【Ah, Han Ga-eul. She’s drawn the string all the way to her ear.】

【That kind of position is usually used in traditional Korean archery or hunting.】

【Did she learn traditional archery?】

【Maybe she learned hunting.】

[Ga-eul, what on earth have you been hunting?]

[LOLOLOL]

[Didn’t they say the tension was super strong? How is she drawing it like that?]

Her body, slightly trembling from her breathing, calms down.

「If you hold your breath, your body will shake. Exhale slowly until you release the arrow.」

「You need to release the arrow so carefully that you don’t even realize it. Otherwise, it will shake.」

「You have to do all of this during combat.」

*Creak—!*

Even as the bow screams under the tension, Han Ga-eul remains calm.

【Han Ga-eul, full draw.】

【Han Ga-eul, her focus is incredible!】

【Release!!】

*Whoosh—!*

The arrow leaves her hand with a sharp sound and embeds itself in the target.

【Bullseye!】

【10 points! It’s an X-ten!】

The arrow, embedded in the X-ten—the very center beyond the 10-point mark—shakes proudly.

For Han Ga-eul, who usually trained with a bow made by Hercules from ironwood, the 15-meter target distance was way too close.

“Did you have fun playing?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s great!”

*Click.*

As I entered the room and turned on the fluorescent light, the two creatures above me jumped onto the hammock installed on the wall.

“I’m going out to exercise, you two wanna play together?”

“Yeah!”

*Crunch, crunch.*

Danpung hurriedly cracked open a sunflower seed and handed it to me.

“Ah.”

“Peep!”

“Mmm, it’s nutty. Thanks.”

“It’s great.”

Baekseol, who used to never leave my arms, seems to have gotten much better thanks to Danpung.

Now, they can play together well even for a short while.

“Should I turn on the broadcast?”

“Yeah!”

<Lady Han Ga-eul has started the broadcast>

[⚔️Room Master: Hi hi]

[⚔️You’re so diligent, starting the broadcast right away?]

“I’m about to go exercise. Baekseol is playing with Danpung.”

[⚔️Got it]

As I set up the phone mount on the desk, the two of them quickly climbed up.

[⚔️Baekseol and Danpung]

“It’s great.”

[⚔️Danpung’s reply is so sharp lol]

[⚔️Peep↘↗]

[⚔️LOL]

“Alright, I’m off to exercise. Don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.”

[⚔️Come back soon, Room Master]

[⚔️Bye bye]

***

“Hehe.”

Son Goku, who was laughing while watching a drama, stuffed a snack into his mouth.

*Munch, munch.*

“Of course, this guy is the culprit. Isn’t he an idiot?”

『Honey, Yena isn’t the culprit, she’s Seonjeong’s daughter』

“What?!”

Crumbs flew out of Son Goku’s mouth.

“What kind of crazy drama is this?”

Just as Son Goku was letting out an involuntary exclamation at the K-family conflict morning drama, he picked up a nearby branch and glared at the sky.

In the clear sky, a tiny speck appeared.

As Son Goku blinked, the object was suddenly right in front of his nose.

*Thud!*

Son Goku smacked the incoming object with the branch, sending it flying off course and crashing somewhere else.

*BOOM─!!*

The ground shook as if a high-explosive bomb had dropped.

“Ow, damn…”

At that moment, a fist came flying right at Son Goku’s face.

In the blink of an eye, something an ordinary person wouldn’t even notice.

But Son Goku was no ordinary person.

He disappeared in an instant from the trajectory of the pink meteor shower that had silently approached like an assassin breaking the sound barrier.

As a result, Han Ga-eul’s fist, which had punched the air, created a deafening shockwave.

*BANG─!!*

Even after throwing the punch, Han Ga-eul flew forward due to the speed and stepped on the Ruyi Jingu Bang embedded in the ground.

*Thud!*

The recoil from the staff sent Han Ga-eul’s body hurtling toward Son Goku at an incredible speed.

“Master!!”

“You crazy woman!”

Son Goku easily deflected Han Ga-eul’s strike and pushed her fist away.

Put it in.

Boom!

With that, an ultra-close combat begins, and a battle of unimaginable speed unfolds.

Boom! Boom!! BOOOOM—!!

“Hahaha!”

“Ugh, you lunatic.”

Fists and kicks are exchanged dozens of times.

Han Ga-eul’s shoulder fails to withstand the force of Son Goku’s punch and is torn clean off, flying away.

While Son Goku hesitates in shock, Han Ga-eul grabs her own severed arm with her mouth, spins her body, and sprays blood everywhere.

Simultaneously, she delivers a spinning back kick.

BOOOOM!!

Son Goku blocks the kick with his forearm and steps back lightly.

“Enough.”

At Son Goku’s words, Han Ga-eul, who was about to throw another punch, freezes in place.

“Ugh… ugh…”

“Huh… You’re starting to resemble Hercules more and more.”

Han Ga-eul, still holding her bleeding arm in her mouth, can’t even speak properly.

“Crazy woman, reattach your arm.”

“Yes!”

Sssss—

Smoke rises from Han Ga-eul’s body as she reattaches her arm, the heat from her high-speed movement causing compression.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts. The pain feels like my nerves are being beaten with a club, to the point where I almost black out.”

“Ugh, if you keep fighting like this and using Cloud Technique weirdly, you’re going to ruin your body.”

“It’s the Han Ga-eul-style Cloud Technique.”

After finishing her treatment, Han Ga-eul casually swings her arm around as if nothing happened.

“Even the normal way is hard, but you make it harder? Stop talking nonsense and come here.”

Son Goku sits on the grass and calls Han Ga-eul over.

As she approaches and sits down, Son Goku brushes her hair with his fingers.

“Is this supposed to comfort me?”

“Want to die?”

“Haha.”

Han Ga-eul closes her eyes, humming contentedly as Son Goku combs her hair.

♬♩♪

Hearing this, a smile forms on Son Goku’s lips.

“Is Hercules busy?”

“Yeah. That’s why I came to you, Master.”

“Ugh, seriously.”

“Pfft.”

Son Goku’s hand movements become slightly rougher.

“Stop fighting so recklessly and just learn some proper techniques under me, huh?”

“I’m already working hard on the Cloud Technique.”

“Sure you are.”

The way Han Ga-eul uses the Cloud Technique is beyond perplexing.

While ordinary people can’t even touch the state of “no-self” required for combat, she not only splits it into tiny pieces to use simultaneously with both feet but also explodes it from her elbows to power her punches.

It’s not just perplexing—it’s a reckless way to use it that could destroy her body. But purely in terms of the “no-self” realm, her talent surpasses even Son Goku’s.

“You’ve improved a lot, though.”

“Of course! Who do you think I am? Soon, I’ll be flying around just like you, Master.”

“At your level, it won’t take long. Just another 3,000 years of training, maybe?”

“Are you kidding? That’s why I modified the Cloud Technique.”

Son Goku laughs at Han Ga-eul’s words.

The Cloud Technique is the culmination of Son Goku’s enlightenment, his middle path and the essence of his divine techniques.

Han Ga-eul thinks of the Cloud Technique as just a difficult aspect of divine techniques. But that’s a seriously mistaken belief.

The Cloud Technique is a realm of “no-self” and “no-form,” eliminating fixed entities to derive results without cause.

Thus, the most fundamental and essential realm of “no-self” is indispensable.

In other words, eliminating the entity that causes the effect. That…

This is Son Goku’s study and also his path.

“Master, aren’t you bored here? It’s no different from a tower.”

“Me? I’m having a blast! Hunting with Hercules, eating meals, reading comics, playing games. Lately, I’ve been watching dramas too.”

“Beyond being jobless, you’re at home protector level now. No worries even if a thief breaks in.”

“Hehe. There are only three crazy people here, who’s gonna come?”

Son Goku laughs while fixing Han Ga-eul’s messy hair from the battle.

“True.”

Is this what they call sharing the same dream?

Both of them thought the other was the crazy one, excluding themselves.

“Eventually, I’ll be able to go to the world where I belong. Haetnimu said the synchronization is increasing as time passes.”

“That sounds fun too.”

“Right? Let’s hang out later. There’s a lot of fun stuff.”

“Sure. I wanna check out the PC bang first.”

“They sell a lot of tasty stuff at PC bangs these days.”

“I’ll earn money and splurge on in-game purchases.”

Han Ga-eul, who had been swaying slowly while letting Son Goku fix her hair, suddenly stops.

“You’ll make gaming friends.”

“You don’t have friends?”

“Nope.”

“That’s something to brag about.”

“Why the shade? I have tons of online besties!”

In the middle of their conversation, Son Goku’s gaze shifts to the right.

There, the Ruyi Jingu Bang that Han Ga-eul had thrown earlier was stuck in the ground.

“Don’t you think you used that too recklessly? It’s gonna break soon.”

“It was already flimsy when I first got it.”

“Well, that’s true…”

When Han Ga-eul first received the Ruyi Jingu Bang, its durability was barely 3%.

“I can still repair it easily. I’m just not doing it because it would bind it to me permanently.”

A long, sharp spear appears in Han Ga-eul’s hand.

“What? Why do you have the Ilwolshinjang?”

“Do you know what this is?”

Han Ga-eul casually waves the spear in her hand.

“Of course. That’s the thing the moon cherishes so much.”

“Baekseol’s mom gave it to me, saying to take good care of Baekseol.”

“……?”

“Anyway, I’m gonna go find a weapon that suits me after upgrading my specs.”

Han Ga-eul’s hand moves through the air.

“Wait for me to do one more ritual. If the master doesn’t help, I’ll have to practice controlling my strength by slapping you again.”

“Wait, what? Hold on…!”

Ding! Ding ding!…